Chapter 6

He never told anybody what he knew about Joan being so upset. It wasn’t for him to say. The suggested trip for the four of them was mooted, and then Jane heard about it. “No, no, no. You four oldies are not heading off for a few days of sex and more sex, and leaving us here alone. NO!”

It was fair, really. Why should they go off and leave the three youngest behind. The suggestion had been to head off in the holiday for a long weekend. Annabel had suggested she wouldn’t mind too much, as long as Jonathan could stay.

“Who is Jonathan?” was the obvious question, it turned out she was thinking of moving in with this guy who she had known for two terms. He was all the usual things, young, handsome, kind, damn near perfect. Jack hated him already. He somehow felt that, whilst she had nobody else, he could legitimately lust after her and fantasise about plumbing her tasty wee arse; but if she had a regular boyfriend that just made it weird and perverted to still wish he could. He knew he wouldn’t, but still...

Mimi had nearly agreed to this, when Jane stuck her oar in. “I’ve got a friend I want to bring too. Well why not?”

The obvious answer that she was much younger wasn’t going to be persuasive. This wasn’t about logic and sense, this was about Jane wanting to be treated like an adult, not a child. “Well, if Jonathan can’t come, I’m not coming, either.” Was Annabel’s response. Mimi responded that she would bloody well do as she was told; which, to a girl who was at university and sleeping with a boy there, was probably not the diplomatic, tension reducing response required.

Doors slammed, girls screamed, women shouted, and Jack wished he was down the pub. “Reminds me of Roberta.” sighed Jacqueline “It’s about time that her latest guy dumped her isn’t it?”

As if on cue, the next day – nothing having been resolved, except that door handles pull off if they are yanked too hard. Jack was fixing one of them for Mimi, so that Annabel could close her door without being locked in – Roberta appeared in tears “Mummy, he left me. For Jo!” Jo had been a good friend, they shared a flat. “Jo! The scheming, caniving bitch.” Jacqueline was going to say it was “conniving”, but she stopped herself; made some tea and settled down to comfort her daughter.

“Mum, I thought he was the one. I thought, finally, I’d found a guy like Daddy. Someone I could love and would love me unconditionally. I though ... ohhh” she burst into tears again.

“Firstly, Dad is not without flaws. He isn’t perfect. But then neither am I.”

“But Mummmm. I gave him everything. Everything!” She looked at her mother, as if that said something special.

“I, umm. I’m not sure I understand. You aren’t pregnant are you?”

“No, of course I’m not. You think I’m a stupid bitch? No I mean. He ... well he asked ... well I offered. Oh I don’t know! I ... look I let him take me anal. Don’t be shocked. I would never have done that if I’d not thought he was the one. I LET THAT BASTARD TAKE ME UP THE ARSE!” she was shouting at the end, just as Jack walked in through the back door into the kitchen. He couldn’t be seen from the lounge. He turned round and walked out again. He didn’t want to know what his daughter did. He knew that she wouldn’t want him to know that, either. He walked up the street to Mrs Gambol’s.

“Oh hello dear, yes the door is fine now. Would you like a cup of tea? You want to borrow a magazine? Well of course, take your pick.” He picked Miss August 1970, and shared a cup of tea with an eighty year old who was telling him that “She could take your eye out with nipples like that.” He’d never get used to that coming out of a wrinkly, slightly hairy, mouth.

Roberta actually helped the situation. If she came, there would not be enough space for Jonathan. Annabel came off her high horse, courtesy of a promise or two from Mimi – she would fund Annabel and her man going off to the Isle of Wight together later in the summer. Annabel and Roberta would share. Jane and Susan would share (and Jane would maintain something of her innocence for a little longer). Mimi and Joan would share and obviously Jack and Jacqueline would be in the other double.

With Roberta being there, it was unlikely that Jack would be required to service all three of his paramours (as he called them), he would stick to his wife. Since she still liked mild SM, they would have to find some quieter versions. A good spanking makes quite a lot of noise.

The drive to the house was more like a convoy, they managed to get everybody into two cars; but the women all insisted they had no idea where to go. Jack had to drive in front, with pre-arranged stopping points to regroup. Jacqueline sat beside him and laughed at his observations about women’s navigational ability. “Well, the average man can’t navigate to a clitoris can he?” she said quietly. Roberta, in the back with Annabel (so they could get to know each other) was shocked. She was used to a staid, slightly boring, mother who would find something she ‘had’ to do when sex came on the TV; she began to realise that, of the three, perhaps she, Roberta, was now the most uptight.

Annabel and she talked, but it was all general stuff. Annabel had decided to fill Roberta in later, when they were alone.

Since they hadn’t left until 12 – two hours after Jack had insisted everybody needed to be ready – they didn’t arrive until late evening. Because it had become late, they had agreed to stop at the last services on the motorway to eat dinner. “Delicious, over-priced, over-cooked, dried out curry. How’s yours?” probably covered most of the comments offered. All the women agreed that they should have left earlier so they could have arrived earlier and had a nice meal in the house they had rented. Jack sighed loudly, he was reconciled to the fact that it was his fault; no matter that the reason the cars were completely packed by 10 was because the bags to go in the cars weren’t packed. Somehow it was still his fault that the cars weren’t packed. No point in arguing, a sulky wife is a wife who doesn’t feel like sex.

So all the couples opted to head to bed early. Roberta grabbed a bottle of wine on the way. She poured herself and Annabel a glass, and then they heard the noise. At first she thought it was the bedroom beside them. “No, that’s my mum’s and Joan’s. That noise is your Mum and Dad, across the way.” said Annabel.

“What? No! You mean? Really? But...”

“Things have changed a bit.”

“How do you know?”

“Well; your dad and ... my mum have a thing too.”

“No, I don’t believe that. Dad is a – I can’t believe I’m saying this – a once a month man.” “More like once a night, or more. The sleeping arrangements had to change when you arrived. They didn’t want to shock you.”

“You mean ... no, what do you mean?”

“They were planning some kind on menage a quatre I think.”

“You mean a trois. Quatre is four.”

“Well durr! Joan is part of the fan club.”

“No, no, no. You’re making this up.” she was laughing now, convinced it was a joke. Actually pleased to have a room mate who wasn’t too boring. But suggesting that her dad might be shagging the neighbours, and that her mum was okay with it; no that was crazy.

Meanwhile, on one side, Jane and Susan had read for a while and then gone to sleep. On the other, Mimi and Joan were still talking. They hadn’t had a heart to heart for a long time, and never such and open one. Joan told her story about Terry. Mimi listened and smiled. “I think perhaps you set her up for me. That was when you were fifteen? Yes, so it would have been the following year that she stayed with us. When we went swimming, she suggested we share a changing room. I’d never done that, even with my best friend. She wore a very sexy bikini, with ties at the sides. She asked me to tie them for her. Then she eased the bottom down until it was very nearly indecent. and asked how she looked. It meant I had to look at her. She looked great. After, when we came out of the swimming pool, after the shower, she dried me, first my hair, then my shoulders. So I had to remove my shoulder straps. I think I knew what was happening, but I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself. I held the top of the costume up whilst she dried my shoulders and neck, and then back, and then ... well she kind of firmly pulled the costume down to my waist and dried my top. She made lots of complimentary noises about my breasts. Then, before I knew it, I was naked and she was drying my bush. Very gently, very kindly.”

“Then?” Joan was hot at the thought.

“Then she just said ‘now me’. And I had to take off her bikini top and dry her, she was mostly dry already, to be honest. Then untied one side of the bottoms, I was kneeling on my towel and her groin was at eye level and...”

“You didn’t?!”

“What? Oh, no. Not really. I kissed it, that was all. We’d been far to long, had arranged to meet for tea at PizzaHut and we were late. But later, like you, we went into the same bed. Since we’d seen each other naked, we did it again. Her hand cupped my pussy, and her finger went inside. Then I did that to her. We didn’t do anything else. Isn’t that silly? We had the opportunity and the motive, and we just lay there. I suppose you would have disapproved. But it made me feel good that someone liked my body.”

“I would have disapproved, but I’m not sure I disapprove now.”

“Oh? Ohhh, I see.” Mimi moved from her bed to Joan’s which was a one and a half size. They were close together.

Both laughed when Joan said “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours. Jack’s daughter took a bottle of wine for her and Annabel. I wish we’d thought of that.” “We don’t need wine, Joan. We don’t need wine.”